Warrior of Darkness

"I can promise you far worse than what Buddha will do. So go ahead Prince. Drop. It. Let's see if your any better than the Celestial's that tried before you."

"You drop that, you may as well be remembered for what you used to be."

"Sit. Listen. I'm not repeating myself because talking fuckin hurts." He grumbles, taking a sip of the hot coco as mist drifts from his mouth upon the heavy exhale. The boiling liquid did well to melt the ice that had formed.

"Speak, wise one - my ears are only two, but they're open."

He's regretting this already but he's gotten this far. Another huff of air escapes him in replacement to a sigh. Another sip of the hot coco before he gazes at the other, there is a long silence before something cracks, the edges of glamors slowly flickering away. The dual colors fade in, ebony black swirls around segments of pure silken white fur, as if the fur itself had been burnt and stained black eternally by charcoal. Only one way to make this Wukong look and perhaps get it through his thick skull. Pristine condition fades away to reveal the horrors beneath. Like the frost peeking out from his throat, dry ice that's split through skin and slowly melting thanks to the hot coco. The entire fur around the area is damp but eventually with the ice fading the skin stitches together in a shoddy mess. He clears his throat, swallowing down a mixture of liquids, blood unfortunately one of them. His left side facing the other before he looks at the other finally. The entire right side of his face, the skull is exposed. Ontop of the horrific scars overlapping his still remaining eye, what looks at the other isn't a blank stare. It's an empty socket, where a brilliant shimmer of ears should be is a tattered mess of flesh. It doesn't look like a simple strike, it looks like someone mauled the entire side of his face. "...How do you feel when you see this? Answer truthfully. I'm not here for you to flee like a dog with it's tail between it's legs. Your a king, act like it."

"Well I was coming to say hi." Whatever had been in the ebony simians grasp drifts away with the faint scent of peaches lingering, tail lashing to the side as he gives a huff. "But I guess fuck you too."

"F'rreal. Sorry. Jumped th'gun."

"Sit. Listen. I'm not repeating myself because talking fuckin hurts." He grumbles, taking a sip of the hot coco as mist drifts from his mouth upon the heavy exhale. The boiling liquid did well to melt the ice that had formed.

"How many 'a you jerks are even around? None of you got nothin' better to do than show up and watch every Wukong suffer that you can find? What is this, cable TV for you goons?"

"Well I was coming to say hi." Whatever had been in the ebony simians grasp drifts away with the faint scent of peaches lingering, tail lashing to the side as he gives a huff. "But I guess fuck you too."